I'm waiting for a boy. Then if it isn't raining we're gonna go paint a garage door. This is my occupation for the summer. Garage door painter. I should be painting canvases. But, my motivation is to paint the garage doors. Not mine. J's garage in the back is pretty much done. The one in the front, ugh, the weather seems to be hindering my progress...today it might rain. I painted a coat yesterday in a trance. I loved it. Painting stuff is fun.
These tins are mine now. They have interesting things inside like buttons.
I did crochet a bird house this weekend but I didn't use a pattern. I might actually write a pattern for it. I still have to make & attach the roof, stuff it, and embroider some things on the outside but I think it will be cute. J. asked if I was making candy corn. It is indeed orange and yellow. The paper bird house I made for C. is still hanging on my wall and since I have several more little nails in the wall where I hung the giant paper-cut-out Christmas garland, I decided to hang the Easter bird-houses the guys painted, and make a crochet one. I might figure out how to make some out of fabric scraps too. I have craft starch and I'm not afraid to use it.
The boys have been at their dad's over the weekend and the past two days, and I have them now till Monday morning. Guess I better go buy some groceries! The youngest two started their summer program, which is mainly school review in the morning and field trips and activities in the afternoon. According to their dad's e-mail they're excited. According to them last week, they weren't all that enthused. I hope they end up enjoying it. They've been going every summer since they started school and part of the time they're pretty happy but part of the time I think they get a little burned out.
Hopefully this summer I can teach C. how to count change. How would a person even go about that? I didn't learn till I was already in college, and started working as a cashier at Wal Mart. And by "in college" I refer to an age at which I was already married and soon to become pregnant. I mean, by that age, I could technically identify the money, but efficiently counting change was a whole other ballgame. Speaking of ballgame we went to a baseball game last night. (Look, a giraffe!)
I'm not 100% sure what day it even is.Well, know it's Wednesday but time has just been a blur. J. took some time off and we were very busy doing stuff. Saturday we attended the wedding reception of two friends who married each other. Last summer I picked corn and tomatoes for & with them and it was a very wonderful job, if somewhat damp and difficult at times. One of the tomato fields was not as well mowed as it maybe should have been, so part of the time I spent wading hip deep through weeds. Anyone who spends time out early in the morning knows about the amount of moisture on the ground in the morning most days. Thus, I would get soaked. Nothin' like lugging dozens of 5 gallon buckets half full of tomatoes through a muddy situation. I did purchase really cute pink rubber boots though, and some green ones, too, so I will be more prepared to pick this year than I was last year.
We stopped by my apartment before the reception so I could grab a dress and shave my armpits. I don't keep a full wardrobe at J's house. Mostly I end up leaving tee shirts and underwear at his house but nothing dressy. Some other friends were scheduled to pick us up so I was getting ready as quick as possible, hoping to straighten the front of my hair (always a fabulous idea on a humid, rainy evening) and I threw my dress in the dryer on the dewrinkle setting because the skirt was so twisted from being jammed into my tiny closet.
Have I ever mentioned my cat thinks my closet is a wonderful place to sleep? I have no idea where exactly she finds a spot to sleep in there, because there are also other things on the floor of the closet. But she does. Once in a while she will stretch on out of the closet, blinking and mumbling like that was the most natural of all places for something hairy to sleep.
Okay back to the story. J. was on the phone with some other friend/s while I was getting ready when suddenly there was a loud honk and he said "Dale's here" and bolted out the door still on the phone. I guessed by that point I was about as ready as I was gonna get, so I put on my sandals and started looking around for my keys. They aren't unobtrusive. They're attached to a very long strappy thing that says U.S. Air Force and an ID holder and they have a bell. I knew I had them when I entered the house. What I didn't know was J. had put them on a hook near the door. I never use that hook for keys because I figure if anyone broke in the house, there all my keys would be. So I never put them there. A glowinthedark skeleton lives on one hook and right now that new bag I made is on the other one. And there are two more. None of which I use.
Does anyone else have lengthy imagined scenarios about how things will go down in the event such-and-such happens? I do. So in any given moment I could be imagining arguments, robbings, car accidents, trip-and-falls. Other cars running stop signs and crashing into my car. Other cars running stop signs and crashing into my body as I cross the street. Me falling down the stairs. I'm not sure why. This probably happens to everybody right? Where was I? Oh. Yeah.
I couldn't find my keys because they weren't in any of the spots I usually leave them. As in, usually they end up right where I drop everything I'm carrying. Sometimes that's the table, or my bed. I checked all those spots. The floor by the door, my bed, the table, the dryer under clothes, the couch, by my purse, on the floor behind a basket of clean (not folded) clothes. They were none of the usual spots. So, given J's brief statement, his dash out the door, added to the anxiety producing honk, I guessed J. had grabbed his bag of stuff (a card, some money orders, his keys) and my keys (because I couldn't find them!) and I locked the door and sashayed on down to the car. He was standing there talking into the window of his friend's car, not holding any of the things I'd hoped he'd grabbed on his way out the door. I think from now on we should keep all the stuff in my purse. I
Nope, sorry, I locked us out. But it's okay, I said, ever Pollyanna. Because I have a key to my car in my purse. After the reception we can get a ride back here, drive my car to your house, get my key, come back here, get the stuff... (What the hell was I thinking?! No I wasn't thinking, I just panicked. Panicked doesn't look right spelled that way.) I told him, I panicked. Why would you panic? he asked. I don't know. (Thinking, Well the horn honked and you ran out the door, I guess. This is not my usual routine, I guess.) Then we got in the friends car, I met his wife, we drove out to the country and had a lovely time. We ended up taking the limo back to town. The wedding friends had rented a limo for the evening so people who overindulged wouldn't be driving home. This was great except neither J. or I had any cash to tip the limo driver. If I wanted to be prepared, I should totally get $20 in ones to stick in my car every time I plan to spend any time with J. He pays for just about everything but he also doesn't usually have cash for tips at the coffee shop or random unexpected limo drivers. Also I need a spot to stash a key. This will take some thinking, it can't be an obvious place. This can't happen again though. I can not afford to waste time locking myself out.
So I had one of those conversations in my head on the way to J's... after the limo driver dropped us off and we at length promised to hunt him down and make things right in the tipping department, we went straight to my van because I have a key to that in my purse. And on the way to J's I became very emotional about how it sucks that in my past there have been people who became irritated with me for various things, which evidently had very little to do with me, since J. never becomes irritated with me for anything. So I grieved for the fact that I felt compelled to dash out the door and lock myself out based on past bad experiences with jackasses.
On another of the recent days (Monday?) J. & I walked and jogged a little over 6 miles one evening. The most I learned from that little excursion was to go earlier because the gnatty little flies lately, which are horrible anyway, evidently they have a thing for the riverfront. We seriously could not get away from them. Other people were walking by us or jogging by also flapping their hats or hands. Most people were laughing because the bugs were so unavoidable. I imagine bug repellent would have been an option but since we were walking through clouds of these things, I don't think it would have been as successful as we wished. I also learned I need an athletic bra. If I had an athletic bra, perhaps my body would be less off balance and knee-twisty. Seriously breasteses do not add to the jogging equation, they only take away. And probably new sneakers. I also learned there is still something wrong with my knee. My knee has a tendency to suddenly freak out and become painful. When this happens it feels twisty when I walk. I can still walk on it, but this happened on our walk the other day and by bed-time it was just silly. I lay down and tried to move around in bed and had to learn how to hold the knee stiff against the other leg so it wouldn't hurt. The weight of my leg twisted the knee around and I could barely get my legs under the covers. Ridiculous. Since then I've been consuming plenty of Aleve and spraying some kind of Bio-Freeze stuff on it.
Hmm. What else. I can't think of anything else. Oh we went to a baseball game last night. I don't have any funny stories about that.
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Whew! I'm exhausted after all of your adventures! :)
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